"Great Zhou can still hold its ground."
Cheng Guang chuckled and said, "Deng, stop asking. I naturally have my own reasons."
"Help me out with this, and you'll have repaid the favor you owe me."
Deng nodded slightly upon hearing this and said no more, stepping out.
For Deng.
If from the start, Cheng Guang had asked him to capture the Princely Heir of Great Yuan, how could it be considered a favor?
But now.
After clashing with Zhou Qingxu and almost failing to protect Cheng Guang.
The request Cheng Guang was making now seemed anything but sincere.
Deng felt an inexplicable taste of bitterness in his heart.
But he had no way to say anything to Cheng Guang's face.
All he could do was frown, pretend to contemplate, and go to where Great Yuan's forces were stationed to capture someone.
After Deng had left.
Cheng Guang remained standing in the same spot.
A good while passed.
Cheng Guang, with one hand on the railing, let his legs give way beneath him and slowly sat down.
